The Pivettas

Inside Out

The Pivettas


Blowing lazy bubbles
I'm a bad written essay

I don’t need to struggle
I'm a mess anyway so

Sober days
Feeling inside out
Fairy tales
Got my body on the ground

Days are weird
Weeks are cold
I just wanna hang around

And you know I need a place
Where I feel safe
Where I feel nothing

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